"You're such a good girl!" The man ran his grimy hands through my hair, soaking the strands in his greasy hands. Gross.
"Oh in deed; she's an obedient young girl." Daddy comes up behind the stranger, and puts a hand on his shoulder.
The man pulled his large, raggedy jean pants up and fastened his huge belt buckle. He looked like a cowboy from my perception. Looking at his blue oberalls over the brown plaid shirt, I noticed a nametag-- Timmy McHienrick. I don't know, but a feeling in my heart from my conscious told me, "Rainie.. You must remember this name. You must, this is key. Timmy MicHienrick, Timmy McHienrick."
Maybe in the future my conscious may just be right in remembering thay name.
Timmy MicHienrick kneeled down into my face, forcing me to take in his steamy breath, that smelled of ham from hours ago. Did his mommy make him a sandwhich?
"She's so cute."
"Indeed she is." Timmy Michienrick reached out and patted me on the head like I'm some sort of little puppy dog. Pity.
"Does the little cutie speak?"
Daddy shoved his hands into his pockets and shrugged.
"I don't know big Timmy, she a wild little girl, but I can't recall no speakin'." Daddy burrowed in his left pocket for his usual pack of cigarettes and pulled one up to his mouth with his lighter.
"Well Patrick, if you want your pay, I want some speakin' or else!" Timmy demanded, his face was bitter with a spoiled need, as if me speaking was oh so important.
"FIne."
Daddy crouched in front of me, next to Timmy.
"Rainie girl, speak." That thick smoke that always was the result of cigarette smoking choked my throat and had a sharp, unique smell. Gross.
Ah poop, I'm mute, remember? I grunted at how ridiculous he sounded. Me, speaking.
"Rainie?" Huh?
"I said speak, girl."
I decided to roll my eyes and get up onto my feet, pulling my hair from under my butt and confronted the two men. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I tried as hard as I can, I coud've sworn my vocal chords were about to burst, they were whining in pain. Until a grunt came out.
"What is this, Patrick?!" Timmy MicHienrick stamped his foot ontot he ground while sizing up Daddy.
"I said speak, not grunt." Daddy's coffee brown eyes began blazing with frustration.
I shook my head while twisting my hair in between my fingers, god, can't he know I'm frustrated too?
Huh, bro? My eyes met his and it seemed like an eternal stare down for a million dollars. His eyes pierced ever so hard that I could feel it shatter my soul. Goodness, he looked pissed no, really pissed. LIke I'm a beat yo butt if you don't listen pissed.
"Fine then," Uh oh. Daddy pulled his brown leather belt from his pants,
"SInce you don't want to behave, You shall be punished, Rainie." He positioned his belt so it looked like a whip in his hand.
Instinctively, I launched onto my feet and began to run as fast as I can.
Run, Rainie.
Run as fast as you can.
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Promise Me to Never Speak
Lãng mạnWere you named after the moon, stars, the weather, or even a season? Rainie was. For as long as she has remembered, Daddy would wire into her brain that her sole purpose is to serve and please men; Daddy knows best, right? He never had an answer for...
